the sky will never look the same again
"Y'know when someone dies... and people just keep saying I'm sorry. Then, after a while, it just loses it's meaning..."
Ryan said that to me tonight, on the way home. Neither one of us had drank enough to be drunk, so it was one of those near-surreal but still very much in re moments wherein things click and people connect, although they rarely to never have before.
Ryan and I have barely said word one to each other this entire year. Yet, tonight was deep. It held a lot, emotionally, for him and I was there, somewhat, to be the ear to speak to. It meant a lot, but yet didn't because I know I'm replaceable and I know it could have happened with a different me and a different him.
But, it didn't. And I feel oddly closer to him, simply because of that one sentence.
I am a fucking science project.
Ryan said that to me tonight, on the way home. Neither one of us had drank enough to be drunk, so it was one of those near-surreal but still very much in re moments wherein things click and people connect, although they rarely to never have before.
Ryan and I have barely said word one to each other this entire year. Yet, tonight was deep. It held a lot, emotionally, for him and I was there, somewhat, to be the ear to speak to. It meant a lot, but yet didn't because I know I'm replaceable and I know it could have happened with a different me and a different him.
But, it didn't. And I feel oddly closer to him, simply because of that one sentence.
I am a fucking science project.